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This morning I woke up to a cat pawing my face. Knowing that I don’t have a cat anymore, I realized that I was dreaming, I shoved him off the bed and went back sleeping.

When I was pawed in the face a second time, I woke up properly… and there was my lost cat. Incessantly moaning, jumping off the bed, walking to the door, and coming back to lament some more. And I realized that he wants his food.

Grumpily I got up, dressed, gave him some of his favorite dry cat food, and tried to make a cup of coffee. He sat their next to his bowl with an attitude of who’s going to eat this shit? Only then, I noticed how skinny he is. And his left ear is broken and torn. Grudgingly, I cut off a piece of steak from the meat I defrosted for the barbecue today. He devoured it in no time and I had to give him another piece.

But that cat is not the only thing that came back. Last night in the bath, I discovered that the wart I had removed about six weeks ago also appears to be coming back. It is still a bit small to be sure, but it seems that way.

If things really happen in threes, I’m in trouble. I have lost nothing else. All that can still come back to me is one of my ex wives.

Heavens behold! I’ll sue my lawyer for malpractice if it happens.


Have a peaceful Sunday.

I guess we should call him a bully goat instead of a billy goat...

Goat terrorism...do they have WMD's (weapons of mass destruction)??

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Here the senior cat wishes me to know the kitchen food bowl has strangely gone empty. The junior cat was going to tell me too, but the older one beat him too it.



Ever since I got out of the hospital this has been his behavior every night when I go to sleep. He never used to sleep in that spot. I think he is checking to see if I am hypoglycemic by sniffing for the acetone that would come out of my skin pores if I was. There is a group that trains 'sensor dogs' to bark incessantly if their owner has a low blood sugar level while sleeping. Hopefully the owner wakes up, or someone comes. My assigned visiting Nurse says I seem to have a 'sensor cat' who cares. Twice now he has awakened me in the middle of the night by slapping my face or gently biting my nose when my blood sugar dropped (well) below 40.

This is a re-enactment of course because normally the lights are off and I don't normally wear pajamas. :)

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I could jump five times my own height from a sitting position.

I could groom myself whenever I didn't want to talk to somebody, and no-one would be offended.

I could take off for several days at a time, and be greeted lovingly on my return, no explanation required.

I could sleep as much as I wanted, and complain when anyone tried to wake me up, without being resented.

I could close in for a hug whenever I liked, but could also pull away from a hug when I wasn't in the mood, and both reactions would be accepted without question.

I could turn my nose up at the meal that had been prepared for me, and if I was spoiled enough, another option would instantly be offered.

I could share myself out between several owners*, taking my time to decide which offered the best options. (*Cats don't have owners, they have staff.)

I could demand attention, and get it, whenever I wanted.

Nobody would expect me to do a thing around the house, or even be good-natured. They would still love me, feed me and look after me.

I was born into the wrong species. Does anyone know where I can put in for a transfer?

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I took you in when you were starving, gave you a home and put food on the table. When you were sick and injured I comforted you and paid your medical bills, I even got you a passport.

We had some good years together with lots of caresses and cuddles and even though at times you took up most of the room on the bed I didnt mind.

When you started spending the odd night away, I understood, when you disappeared for days at a time I was never concerned until the day about a year ago when you didnt return home, I was fraught with worry.

Then last night when I saw you on the corner of the street, I stopped the car and called your name, but you walked away from me. As you stood before the door waiting to be let in we chatted and I caressed you. I was pleased to see you looked healthy and well fed. Drop by the house sometime I said, we all miss you my dear cat Paco.